Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*glances back to make sure Janet doesnt know he's stll here*
"REV"- like the sound a car engine makes in a comic strip
"Scourge"- like the Roman whip, or the "Sourge" of the 7 seas, Blackbeard.

Scrooge- hurumph!

Heh "Sourge" if yer drunk
"Scourge" if you are not

Rev Sourge it is then! What'll ya have?

(I never work sober)

Long island ice tea- hold the coke and lemon

to mice: All together "Weee Shall over-commmme!"

*to himself: Hey look she knows something beside Ani Difranco songs...

That's my kinda drink. Dont smoke near it.

*shake shake sliiiiiide*

WHOA Dogh'd?! What are these cold cubes in my drink? They make it taste thin

Hey Dogh'd, I'll pay ya to dance on a table. *holds out a 20, while hiding a camera behind her back*

To OnyxFlame: Anyone ever tell you that you have a lovely eye?
*holds drink in case Dogh'd is short on cash*

You'll have to wait till the after-dinner show if you want to see me dance.

revscrj- those cold cubes are frozen tears of Draconis Majesticus. Pure alcohol. And very cold.

*Checks watch, dumps drink in lap. dead silent eyes closed for 15 seconds.*

So Dogh'd, if you have a match I'll show you my protesting Buddhist imitation... otherwise about half a dozen bar rags would be nice...